Finality - Weerd Science, G.T.B.

(Dude, it’s like… it’s like when you wake up and your skin don’t fit right,

you know?

I mean, what do you do?

Their words don’t mean nothing, man

Nothing

Hear everything is knowing that this world ain’t right for you?

Man, that’s fucked

So fucked

What kind of security blanket is faith that at the end of the day the end of

the tunnel is blackness?

Man, we ain’t all meant for greatness

I know that

I ain’t stupid but I mean, how do you cure what to you, with each breath,

equals sickness?

Maybe there is a second life

A new chance, you know?

I ain’t gonna know it til this one’s through

That’s what it is

That’s where we at

Joshua:

That’s what’s up

What do you know

Of a troubled man

Who’s also strugglin

Sore of this, the script he follows

But also coupled within

His heart and the lump in his throat when he swallows is hardening

And no one hearing him

Is what’s really killing him

So sick of the outside world

He’s always staring in

He told the only girl that he loves

She should have married him

Empty was his pocket

And the engagement ring that he carried

And he kept it in a locket

To keep it from damaging

Though he never took it out

Out of his anger

He punched the walls with his fists

That actually made his paper

He was actin like he’s made of nothing

Love ones should have seen it comin

Buried deeper in his southern

Knife was twisting in his stomach

He tried desperately not to desecrate his destiny

Less it be him or them

He put all his blood and energy

Plenty

Into every single step along the way

Why would he pray?

He said God wouldn’t listen anyway

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want to know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her boy has turned into

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want to know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her baby boy has turned into

The second son

Was treated second to none

So right off the bat

He does not blame anyone

There are just some things that will never add up

If he listened to his father his dad would have said to man up

And stand up

There are things he can’t touch

Or put his finger on

In other words kept them stashed up

Til it grew into an all consuming

Looming darkness different tuning

There is nothing that can stop him

He’s decided he’s gonna do it

Gonna go through with it, and that’s it

Of his sin he is conviced

Started saying his goodbyes

Giving away all his shit

Turned his cell off

Told his ex-girl off

Said good riddance to a planet he can’t wait to get hell off

He’d deny it

But he already once tried it

But he couldn’t get the knife to pierce the skin without crying

But this time he had a foolproof plan

To disband

He would never see his parents or get picked on again and…

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want to know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her boy has turned into

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want to know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her baby boy has turned into

He sits all alone in his room

Door is locked

Gun in hand

Sweaty and tremblin

He is now not sure if he even can go through with it

Tries to find the mindset of when he’s sure he was doin it

He looks at the posters on his wall he’s had since he was a kid

Now black light Led Zeppelin, and one of Jim Morrison

He puts on

His favorite song

Listens hard and long

And thinks back on the details of what went so wrong

All those hardcore shows he used to go to as a kid

And I feel so alone

All a sudden don’t mean shit

And all the money spent by his parents on the doctors

To try and stop the sickness

But it only got darker

Thinks to himself

Whatever’s after this

Has got to be better than here

Cause this is madness

So with that he counted down from ten

And with his last breath whispered

«Goodbye and amen.»

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want to know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her boy has turned into

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want to know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her baby boy has turned into

He tried to tell them things that they don’t want To know

Although their eyes are open he thinks that they’re closed

When his mother wakes up

She might have to clean up

This little mess

That her boy has turned into)